it's the execution of ideas that separates the sheep from the goats

Modesty had sent Kenway and his dogs down this morning to separate out the meat goats from the fibre goats. He had set out the brushes and baskets for gathering the fibre on a tanned hide ready for them. The temporary pen offered a little separation, the woolier of the goats more accustomed to being handled and hardly startling as Modesty entered the pen with the children in tow. "We could shear them, but the wool would be coarse with guard hairs." She picked up a brush and gestured that the children should do the same, nodding to Kenway as his red cattle dog sent a mostly white goat her way and she began to brush it out, gathering the fur and stuffing it into the basket beside her. "Your brother and his dogs will separate out a goat for you to brush, once you're done, they'll let them out with the others. Make sure you gather up the wool and put it in the basket, we don't need it blowing away in the wind."

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